I’m not sure when that lesson will sink in. We went to East Side Mario’s for supper last night, and William climbing up the walls combined with a couple of mistakes on the order (like the salad coming after the entrees, and Erin’s pasta being the wrong sauce) made for a less than relaxing time.

After that, I had to go shopping for a new shaver, because my old one ceased functioning earlier this week. Why do some places treat their customers like criminals when it comes to electric shavers, while others don’t? Of the four places I’ve looked, two of them have shavers locked up behind glass, and two have them out on the shelves so customers can read the packages and make a decision without having someone hovering over their shoulder. Bah.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “Hi. I’m Troy McClure. You may remember me from such self help tapes as ‘Smoke yourself thin’ and ‘Get some confidence, Stupid!’” - Troy McClure